Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brick. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.